AN ESSAY IN ATTITUDES
Admiral, When I heard the news of his death I felt less sad than happy to have cause to celebrate a truly great life, a life so well-lived as a gentlemen, soldier, explorer, adventurer, romantic, storyteller. He will never be forgotten.
Very likely the last of a breed.
A propos des bottes, if we are going to wax satirical about Cod's nom de guerre, we should at least be consistent as we take the piss. Cod quite rightly uses a naval rank ('Admiral') with a piscine signifier ('Cod'), though the primary reference is to a public house on Chelsea Embankment known as 'the Admiral Cod', after Admiral Codrington, no doubt an ancestor of some sort. So 'Cod' is both a fish related pun and an ancestral throwback.Chaps like 'Colonel Turbot' and 'General Plaice'; for convenience let's assume they are the same person, should really try to match their military rank with an appropriate land based mammal, e.g. Colonel Marmot, or General Gerbil, or, if in a different branch of the services, Wing Commander Parrot or Squadron Leader Sparrow. I'm sure you get the drift...These splendid fellows (or fellow) may, of course, be in the Royal Marines, in which case Lieutenant Newt or Corporal Sealion might be appropriate.Hoping, as always, to be helpful,
Revenons à nos moutons.
Unbelievably Rubbish, the public house of which you write is most decidedly not on Chelsea Embankment. You don't know your London, man.
You're right, Anonymous; I don't know what I was thinking of. Well, a totally different pub obviously, that is on or at least across the road from the Embankment and used to have rather nice large leather Chesterfields to sit on...
A great friend of Greece. May he rest in peace.
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